cases?â
I yearned to tell him the whole story. It was probably safe now. But something stopped me. Loyalty to Max? I wasnât sure. âNah. Same old routine. Oh, one nice thing happened.â I told him about Carl.
He laughed halfheartedly. The layman never appreciates doctor stories when they involve doctorsâ mistakes.
âI suppose youâve been too busy to hear about the gangster that was dropped in our midst.â
âI heard.â
âDid you hear they IDâd him?â
I looked up.
âHe was a Philadelphia printer ⦠.â
I swallowed.
âAnd he had a sideline.â
My heartbeat quickened.
âCounterfeiting.â He scanned my face for a reaction, then went on. âSeems thereâs a printer living a stoneâs throw from where the body was found. At the old Wister place. Rumor is there might be some connection.â
âHuh.â I put down my Coke.
âHeck, Iâm surprised youâre not working on the case by now.â Tom chuckled.
I smiled weakly and stood up.
âAnother early night?
ââFraid so.â
âWhenâs our next lesson?â
âIâll call you.â
âRight.â
He skipped his usual good-bye kiss.
CHAPTER 16
Despite the two bottles of wine tucked in my saddlebag, my mood was sober as I chugged up the drive to the farmhouse. The archery lesson had reminded me once more of the importance of right handsâand the possibility that Max might never be able to use his again. Also, the news that the fellow found up the road had been a printer was not encouraging. Could there be a link? Was Max into counterfeiting, too?
As usual, Lolly came to greet me. She was more bubbly than ever, and delicious aromas drifted to me from the direction of the kitchen. She was wearing an apron that barely covered her vast bosom and she brandished a slotted spoon in one hand.
âWhat are you making?â I asked, sniffing.
âSurprise!â She grinned.
I really did not think she was capable of cooking anything more complicated than steak or eggs. I doubted if she could even read a recipe. I followed her back to the kitchen. To my amazement, the table, which had so recently served as my operating theater, was set with place mats, silverware and a spray of fall wildflowers.
âHow beautiful!â I exclaimed
For a minute, I was afraid Lolly was going to rise like a
balloonâwith pleasure. But she kept her feet on the ground. I set my brown paper bag with the wine on the table. She took out the bottles and started to put both in the refrigerator. I stopped her. âThe red doesnât need to be chilled.â
She looked puzzled.
âThatâs supposed to be served at room temperature.â I took the red from her and put it back on the table.
Lolly went to the cupboard and removed two wineglasses. They were dusty, so she washed them.
âCan I help?â I asked.
She shook her head. Then, changing her mind, she brought me a corkscrew.
âCan you tell me what weâre having for dinner?â I needed to know, in order to decide which wine to open.
She frowned, not wanting to spoil her surprise.
âNever mind,â I said hastily. âWeâll wait and open it when dinnerâs ready. Iâll go check on your dad.â I left. Lolly, like most cooks, worked best without too many distractions.
The TV was on, but Max wasnât watching it. He was sprawled on the sofa, his eyes glued to the den door. At first, I thought it was me he was waiting for so expectantly. But as soon as I came in, he said, âDid you get the wine?â
I smiled. âYouâre not eager or anything?â
âItâs been a long time,â
âOh?â Was I leading a reformed alcoholic back to his evil ways? âHow come?â
âLolly has no ID. She canât buy alcohol.â
I stared. âYou mean you canât leave this place even to go to a
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